About 150 years ago, my Lakota Sioux ancestors were driven off their ancient traditional midwestern plains homeland, and deep into Oklahoma and Texas. Where they married into a family that was of English ancestry. The Depression-era dust-bowl sent the family packing to a small ranching community in southern California, where I was born in 1960.

The way the English side of my family looked down on and mistreated the Native side, put me through levels of hell that no child should have to deal with. They felt they could do things to me that they wouldn't do to a (white) "human." Until I left and moved in with my grandma, whose Lakota name translates as "Pretty Reed in the Swamp." She took me under wing and taught me about her culture's old ways. I learned from her everything I would need to survive as an adult; one lesson I learned well from her was to be grateful to Mother Earth for giving me both sexual desires, and a body that would make men want to take care of those desires. I even started using Reed as my last name in her honor (not my real last name) and have used it through three marriages.

In my senior year of high school, I boldly convinced the hottest guy in my class, Tom J., to take me to Senior Prom; all the prettier girls had been too shy to ask him. I figured the worst he could do was say no, and no harm done. When he said yes, I booked us a motel room for prom night and told him I was determined to wake up the next morning with my pussy full of his come. I got what I wanted, and more: I got knocked-up on prom night!

At 19, in 1979, I gave birth to my beautiful eldest daughter. The busybodies in our small town pressured him to marry me, which neither of us wanted; and at 21, I gave birth to my only son. Our shotgun marriage never really worked for either Tom or me, and after our divorce, I was left to work and support two children as a single mom. I also went off to college and got my bachelor's degree in Education, so I could get better-paying jobs to support myself and my two children.

I still wanted and needed love and affection and yes sex too, and eventually I met and married my second husband, Mr. F. We had two daughters together. He clearly loved the two children we had together, much more than the two I had with Tom.

My teaching jobs weren't that great, so I went back to school and earned my Masters in Education. Mr. F was not at all supportive of my bettering myself this way.

The only teaching job I could get with my new M.A. degree turned out to be at a junior college in far-off Missouri. Having not been supportive about my two eldest children nor my Masters degree, it really wasn't much of a surprise that he wouldn't move to Missouri with me. I was 37, a very sexual woman, far from home, lonely and almost constantly horny. When I had a chance to have an affair with a very hot 22-year-old male student of mine, I didn't really contemplate it much, I just had him fuck me, everywhere we could be alone together on campus.

The Dean eventually found out, and fired me. I had been fired basically for cheating on my husband, and when he found out, he divorced me, took my two youngest children, and I went almost bankrupt paying child support to him. He spent years teaching my two youngest what a horrible lying cheating woman their mother was, and only in their late 20s did they stop hating me and begin to barely tolerate my existence.

I moved far away from him and my two youngest, and started over with my two oldest in a new town. Frank N., the manager of the supermarket I shopped at, was hot as hell, and we began sleeping together and eventually got married. Frank was my husband #3 and we were still married when I first joined Lush. Several years into our marriage, he had developed crazy hateful obsessions about a few people, and he turned very mean in general. He began a crusde against a very wealthy and powerful family whom he clams wronged his family decades ago, and in his disordered mind, he began to blame me for some of it,even though it all happened many years before I met him. He would say very cruel things to me when he got into his obsession. So I began to sleep in a separate bedroom from him. We stayed married only for financial reasons.

I still love sex, so I have taken several lovers over the years. The third of these, Eric, I fell in love with in 2008 and still love him, but with both of us married, we couldn't make it work, and after just 18 months, we had to end it. Some of my stories and photos here are about me and Eric.

Eric encouraged me to get my Ph.D., which I did even though Frank was against it. Eric helped me study (on those rare occasions when his tongue wasn't too busy in my pussy to be used for talking to me). My employer paid for my degree, but with the stipulation that I had to get my doctorate in environmental science, not in Education as with my B.A. and M.A.

I had another affair a few months after Eric and I split up, but that didn't last very long. Neither did the next affair after that.

I met my current boyfriend Dave in the audience of a rock concert in 2012. He is my personal STUD, and a lot of my stories and pics here are about Dave and me. I would drop by his house on the way to work or at lunch time, every day that I can, for a 69 or a cock ride or a doggie.

In 2013, I developed an INSTANT attraction to my first (and so far only) woman, named Justine. We make sweet love together every chance we get, usually about 3 days a week. Some of my photos and stories here are about Justine and me.

In 2014, Justine met her current boyfriend, a hot Italian stud named Vince, who packs 10 spectacular inches into his tight jeans (my Dave has a magnificent 8 inches). Every couple of months, Dave, Vince, Justine, and I get together. Justine and I lie down side by side and watch each other's enjoyment as Dave fucks me hard while Vince fucks Justine just as hard.

Our foursomes always end the same way: our men watch as Justine and I have a 69 followed by intense grinding of clit on clit.

My husband Frank did not and still does NOT know about any of my affairs.

In the summer of 2015, my third husband Frank took a trip out of state to dig up dirt on the rich family he feels wronged his family decades ago. He used what he found to take them to court for a third time (he lost the first two cases). He also continued his barrage of negative attacks on that family in the newspapers (Letters to the Editor).

That weal,thy and powerful family finally fought back and sued him for harassment and slander.

That was my opening to a financially painless way out of my empty marriage to Frank, and with my mountains of evidence of over a decade of verbal abuse from Frank, I easily won my third divorce on Oct. 6, 2015. I am not part of the rich family's case against Frank and not facing the financial ruin that lies ahead for him and his mad crusade against a wealthy family. My affairs, always very carefully hidden, never became a topic in this divorce, which could have made the outcome very bad for me.

Justine and I would like very much to marry each other. some day, but no hurry. Three bad marriages in my past and all And of course we want tot continue to have Dave service me and Vince service her, for those (frequent) occasions when we get cock-hungry.

My most recent pics and stories reflect this current situation with Dave, Justine, Vince, and me.

Writing, love, sex, and writing ABOUT love and sex; history of my Native American culture; spirituality, photography, staying in shape, listening to music

Favorite Books:

I have so many, but Cyrano de Bergerac will forever top the list. Because that best sex of my life I mentioned above, was with the man I called Cyrano for the impressive size of his "nose" and his very skilled "swordsmanship."

Favorite Authors:

Whatever I read most recently; I have as voracious an appetite for reading as I have for sex. Each new read becomes my temporary favorite.

Favorite Movies:

Has to be thought provoking without being boring, or truly funny without being gross about it.

Favorite Music:

Written when I first joined lush: Anything spiritual and anything with a sexual rhythm; love songs, especially the one that Eric and I considered OUR special song: "The look of love is in your eyes". I hate Taylor Swift's "We are never, ever getting back together" -- every time I hear it, it seems to mock the situation of what I had and lost with Eric in 2009. Since 2013 has to be I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It.

My man kisses circles around my breasts and slowly works inward, breast, areoles....by the time he kisses and sucks my nipples i'm going CRAZY! He moves from breast play to pussy licks and kisses...and nibbles. Back to breast play as he fucks me. Of course I reward him later with lots of cock kisses and licks...and HUNGRY sucking :) What kind of gf would I be if I didn't repay him for pleasuring me so well?

Bike, hike, swim, eat healthy, avoid fast food....and make love at LEAST 3 times a week (keeps me mentally and spiritually healthy) - reading and writing also help with those last two forms of being fit

Actually lots of atheists have fought valiantly in wars. Not believing in the imaginary bearded man in the clouds does not mean you aren't willing to defend your Constitutional right NOT to believe that fictional characters are real.

We are all atheists to a degree. You believe that Zeus, Ra, Quetzlcoatl, et al are fictional. I just believe in one fewer imaginary deities than you do.

That winter of 2008-2009, when the love and lust between Eric and me was growing stronger every day, a couple of incidents happened that I think typify our experience. On the lust side, a vivid dream that Eric had, which he described to me, I think sums-up our very mutual desires, our constant hunger for each other. The dream opened with an endless Midwestern plain, a vast field of...

In the month between Thanksgiving and Christmas, 2008, Eric and I continued to strengthen the bond of our shared sexual adventures. We had our morning and evening train rides together, and of course we had our three favorite public trysting spots: the pond, the mall stairwell, and the river bank. I knew I could always count on getting fucked deeply, gently yet powerfully, and oh so...

After our amazing and wonderful seven-hour sex marathon on Monday, No. 10, 2008, Eric – my “Cyrano” – and I would not have another chance for an all-day hookup in a motel room for nearly another three weeks. Not until Friday, November 28, the day after the Thanksgiving holiday. That is not to say we had to wait three weeks to enjoy each other. We were still both commuting together into...

There are just some dates in your life that are too important to you, for you to ever forget. Your own birthday, of course. And the birthday of your parents, spouse, siblings, and children. Your wedding anniversary. For some (me included), also the date when you graduated from high school. So why should not the date of November 10, 2008 be unforgettable to me, too? That’s the day I had the...

It was the autumn of 1997. I had just turned thirty-seven. I had long since divorced my first husband and, by now, I was no longer struggling to support myself, my daughter and son. I had gone back to school and earned my BA while also working full-time. My BA enabled me to land much better jobs than I had been getting with only a high-school diploma. By this time, I had met and married...

If you have read my stories and posts here, or have seen my photos, you will know that a man named Dave has been my lover since July, 2012. And, after my divorce from Frank in October 2015, I see Dave a lot more often. I no longer have to sneak out every time I develop a hunger to hook-up with him. In the past, I've hinted here at how we met. But I don’t think I've actually told anyone here...

No matter how liberal they are, a lot of men suffer from some form of homophobia. I think the two biggest fears are that a gay man might be attracted to him. An even stronger fear is that he might reciprocate such feelings. My own life might even inadvertently help to strengthen such fears. After all, I’ve always been a straight woman, until at 53 I spotted a beautiful (and also...

Dec. 23, 2015: Yesterday, my girlfriend Justine and I spent our lunch break from our jobs, doing holiday shopping at the mall. As well as gifts for her, and for my boyfriend Dave, and for her boyfriend Vince (Justy and I are both bi), I found this wonderful sheer brown blouse for me. I deliberately bought it one size too small. If I wear it with no bra underneath, you can see all of my...

Those here on this site who know me, already know the basics of my story. I have been married three times, divorced twice, and for financial reasons I’m now trapped in a loveless, joyless, sexless third marriage. Frank doesn’t hit me or anything, there’s just really no marriage anymore. But I still really, really enjoy sex…just not with Frank any more. Over the past eight years since...

As those here at Lush who know me already know, I’m twice divorced. And things haven’t been good at all with my third husband these past 8 or 9 years. As in, I can barely stand him, and I have a separate bedroom. But my second divorce nearly bankrupted me, so I won’t go through that again in a third divorce. I love sex and still want it and need it, so I’ve had a series of lovers over the...

I've been sick with a cold all week. Not wanting him to catch it, I haven't been in my Dave's arms all week, either.

I feel a little better now. So I called him this morning. "Will you come over?"

He said yes, so I greeted him at the door naked.

I pushed him into a chair and kissed him hungrily. "I've missed you sssoooo much!"

"If I know you, I know what you missed the most!"

Oh yes, he was right, this was EXACTLY what I wanted, what I needed, to make me feel better.

I then lay down on the bed, and pulled Dave on top of me. Dave never stopped kissing me the whole time - his big, thick, wonderfully hard cock slowly slid in and out of me. In and out. In and out. Slowly, sensuously, erotically, lovingly, wonderfully, powerfully fucking me. Until I cam hard. And came again. And again. When he exploded into me, still kissing me, I came yet again.

Temperature today hit 72. A great day to wear sheer white panties under my skirt. Only I knew they were there, and they made me feel so sexy. When I came home, my gf Justy was waiting for me. When she saw what was under my skirt, she loved it!